Camp Camp Max X Neil Novels & Stories

I took the left side Maxwell had mentioned, moving toward the back of the camp, slow and fast through the shadows, to neutralize the guards there before searching the tents for Dominic and my daughter. My eyes caught the tents in the camp as I ran past them. There were too fucking many. I tried counting, but it was impossible. Rows upon rows of patched canvas and hides stretched out before me. I stopped dead in my tracks, almost slamming straight into a smoking rogue standing near the forest edge. His skull mask was pushed up on his forehead while he pissed in the bushes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling up into the night air. The assault rifle slung under his armpit told me